boastful songs, a crass cacophony,
it sang when lonely it got,
with no sails nor birds to come,
the angry tide sang alone.
the angry tide, gushing in heavy waves,
sat still at a point for once,
but continued anyway when perceived no one would come to it, no one ought to dare.
mankind pushing the tides to its limits when it finally gave up,
first the sea sat, then stood and was done with giving outspace
when it pushed away the sails on thesea, destruction everywhere
the angry tide has become so scare that it now cries at night,
the high tides shows how much pain it holds,
the mankind is to blame.
the angry tide, oh the angry tide,
too late did the humans realise,
it was on the verge of dying,
yet the angry tide was the One to blame.
©daksha.dax
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